Friday: Golf. Looking at houses. Sampling the beer at the open-for-just-four-days Marzoni’s on Route 8. Nice day.

Saturday: Exercise. European beer fest at the Sharp Edge. Dinner there before the drunks started streaming inside. YEP show at Allegheny Landing — Sinead O’Connor and moe. “One more beer” at McFadden’s.

A little more detail. Marzoni’s clearly has a few kinks to figure out, but overall we had a nice experience: food was good and the beer, with the exception of their low-speed offering for Coors Light drinkers, was very well done. The highlights were the Avalanche IPA — as awesome as the version we’ve tasted at the Penn Micro festivals — and a special, their maibock: sweet, strong and yummy.

The festival was excellent, highlighted by the guys pouring Delirium and giving out too-small T-shirts to any ladies who promised to put them on right then. Yes — The Wife participated willingly. Sinead was content to play a quiet set — a little unremarkable, but nice to hear. The switchover after she finished was pretty funny — older YEPers packing up and hustling to safety as the hippies who had been lurking in nearby parking lots came out to claim a spot on the grass. And then moe. made the most of their 90 minutes. Great stuff. The only disapointment was that Mr. Burns didn’t show.

We stopped at McFadden’s for a brief visit with Red Annie, who was home for the weekend to pick up the car that crapped out in West Virginia the last time she made the trip back. It was nice to see her, but jesus, McFadden’s is a nightmare. I’m a little suprised that they didn’t check our IDs at the door and turn us away for being 10 years above the age limit.

Something I should have learned by now: “One more beer” is almost always a bad idea.

Sunday? By the time I got to 10 o’clock — still two hours from the end of my shift — I thought I was going to die.